“In a restless world like this is/Love is ended before it’s begun/And too many moonlight kisses/Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun” (When I fall in Love)
She said, if I choose you,
I might later regret.
Yet how could I let you
Fall in my oblivions’ net?
I would rather not forgive
Myself for having you than mill,
Through denial filter, this feel
Of corresponding fate and need.